I'm becoming more and more tired of the same routine. Rolling along with the same old things. We dance around the truth behind the lying.
With the flashing lights of all the cars and the flickering lies of all the stars The stem of the problem lies under the ground while the flower still floats all around.
The fool looks at a finger that points at the sky.
i left my grandfather a note, all it says is "I love you pawpaw, daniel barckley" i hope he gets it, if not its just another one of lifes great mysteries... miseries... who knows -dnl